Monthly Archives: March 2015

I told Erica about seeing the wounded animal by the road. It’s one of my worst nightmares, to see an animal so wounded that it can’t live, and not being able to do anything about it. I think it’s because … Continue reading →

I’m thinking of the many times I’ve come to an exciting new understanding of myself, and then on re-reading my journal I discover that I’ve made the same discovery several years ago, and a few years before that, with apparent … Continue reading →

From my journal, continued: Thursday, March 12 There’s a temptation to believe that I don’t enjoy my life, either because I’m not really making a contribution or because I’m refusing to enjoy my life as it is. That makes me … Continue reading →

Wow. What a turnaround. I don’t feel any of the pain or confusion I felt two days ago. One part of me was really beginning to get it that things are still there even when I get disconnected from them: … Continue reading →

Yesterday was really tough. I got to Erica and just cried. I told her I was confused, had no sense of priority, and lost the sense of a solid core, did not feel connected to her. She said all those … Continue reading →